La Principessa della Gente

From Sicilia to Sardegna, on each meager street
the bruised and the beggars sleep under her wing,
to sickly and each orphan- soft lullabies to sing
while held to bosom, she never tires on swift feet.
Through alleys and under eaves her will discreet,
for she lives in modesty, so humble in all things.
Eyes of esoteric humanity, the envy of all kings,
allowing accomplished tasks, completing all feats.
To the meek and trembling she offers protection,
the woman is republic itself, sovereign madonna.

She would say her beauty lay in imperfezione,
yet it is beautiful faults that make perfection.
So delicata and bella, sweet principessa Italiana,
with open lips and hands a prince offers affection.